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Arod rode on his war horse, and as the war horse bumped, the armor rubbed against his shoulders. Although in order to reduce the friction of the armor, the lining pads were usually worn in the armor, Arod's shoulder was bitten by Grace. At this time, even the lining could not relieve the pain.

"Yes." Arod frowned and turned around. He glanced at Grace who was leading the Vikings. He felt Arod's gaze. Grace quickly pretended to talk to his Viking companion next to him.

The more the Masons' army went north, the cooler it felt, the ten thousand-year ice sheets and glaciers in the Arctic made these Masons from the relatively warm south feel another kind of scenery. The tall and dense fir trees almost made the Masons feel like they were swallowed and lost their direction.

"Look there." Aruod rode on his horse, and there was almost no sunlight above his head. They seemed to be walking in the dark territory of the darkness. In the woods where the road was almost impossible to find, the team suddenly stopped, because in the direction of their advance, a big tree had a human skull-shaped bear skin, and a piece of bark was hung around the bear skin, and some strange symbols were drawn on it with white lime, which made people shudder in this dark environment.

"This is the witchcraft of the pagans. Fortunately, I brought the court priest." At this time, the Earl of Thuringia came to Arod and said to Arod.

"Prince?" Arod certainly would not think it was some kind of witchcraft. Then he asked Grace to confirm that it was just a Viking signpost, which meant that they had stepped into the territory of a Viking warrior tribe. This was the first time that more than 4,000 marchings appeared in this area. Such a large-scale action was like a giant elephant moving, and the sound of cars and horses and noises could be heard for miles, let alone the startled birds.

The Masons' march did cause a commotion. On the way they marched was a small Viking tribe with more than one hundred people. They were tribes that survived by fishing and hunting. Of course, just like other Viking tribes, they sometimes responded to the call of the Danish king to join the raid troops, bringing some extra income to their barren tribes. At the same time, strong men would also bring animal skins and bone carvings to other countries for business. In any case, they did not expect that today a southern army was crushing.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~~~." The Viking tribe built in an open space in the forest. The cut down trees simply formed a fence to protect the periphery of the tribal settlement. When a Viking warrior rushed into his tribal settlement, the drum sounded covered with animal skins. The wooden door of the settlement was immediately closed by the strong Viking warrior, a thick wooden door bolt was lifted and put down, and the Viking warriors were long bowed on the arrow tower built with simple wood.

Go up and pull out an arrow made of animal bones from the quiver at his waist. The Viking tribe is really poor. Their Viking warriors have no armor, only simple linen clothes or fur coats, their dirty and greasy long hair is loose, and they are slightly better wearing a leather long-eared hat robbed from the southerners. But to be honest, they don’t have much protection except to keep warmer.

"Wow~~~." Just as the Viking settlement was just finished defending, a sound like a rushing water sounded from the forest opposite them. The Viking warrior leader here was a thirty-year-old warrior. His deep blue eyes were staring at the forest opposite. The dark forest affected his sight, but the sound heard in his ears made him nervous. He was wearing an ancestral chain mail, wearing a bear fur on his outside, and a finely crafted short-handled battle axe around his waist. His strong body was like a human-shaped bear, and his shaved head was shining in the sun.

"The leader is the enemy, I don't know which tribe belongs to, it's really damn." A longbow Viking warrior next to the Viking leader said. They thought that the tribe who attacked them was the same Vikings. The Vikings were extremely cruel and cruel when treating other weak nations, and were ruthless in treating the Viking tribes of the same nation. They pursued a thorough and aggressive jungle warrior culture, and attacks often occurred among the Viking tribes, especially during days when they were short of food and clothing.

"I don't know, no matter who he is, he will die under our battle axe." The Viking Warrior leader pulled out his battle axe and held it in his hand, and he said to his subordinates.

"Hey~~~hey~~~~." The scene that suddenly appeared before them shocked them. They saw that the Vikings walked out of the forest were not the expected Vikings, but groups of southerners. These thin southerners held spears and shields in the forest and rushed to the Vikings' tribe like a flood. Their number was so large that they were like rabbits all over the mountains, but even such a large number of rabbits would surprise the Vikings, let alone the enemies of thousands of fully armed people.

"Odin is above, what's going on?" The Viking Warrior leader slapped his bare head with his hand without a battle axe. He didn't know why these southerners appeared in groups outside his village. When did the weak southerners dare to come to their territory with weapons. The Viking Warrior leader who couldn't figure this out could only recite the name of Odin, the father of the gods, over and over again.

"So many leaders?" The other Viking warriors also licked their lips, and their throats slid up and down. Even though they had a martial arts culture, not all Viking warriors were fearless.

"Defend the city walls and protect the village." The Viking Warrior leader held up his battle axe and shouted loudly in his rough voice. For a long time, he was not afraid of these influx of Masons. In his mind, every Viking Warrior could kill more than ten southerners.

"It's the leader." The Viking warriors raised their weapons and knocked on the shield in their hands, after all, a wall made of wooden fences could also become the last barrier for their souls, not to mention that they also despise the Southerners.

"In case, we will also give the weapons to the women, so that the old and the weak can escape in my house." The leader of the Viking Warrior grabbed a Viking Warrior beside him and ordered. He knew that he could not show his fear at this time, but he still made the worst plan.

Seeing the small settlement opposite, it was in a stance of full strength to fight. The Masons' army surrounded him under the leadership of the Duke of Ebul, and the troops of Arod and Duke of Ebul blocked the front direction of the gatehouse. The three vassals divided their troops to set off from other directions. When this layout was completed, the sun had already begun to set westward. Therefore, the Masons did not launch an attack immediately, but raised a bonfire to cook. When the night fell completely, the bonfire ignited by the army of more than 4,000 people was like the stars in the summer sky, and the Viking tribe was silent.

"The leader is really damn. There are so many people. Didn't you hear that the King of Denmark is attacking the southerners? Why do they still have so many troops?" A Viking warrior asked his leader in confusion.

"How do I know that Chief Hant was summoned by the Danish king. Now we don't even have a foreign aid." The Viking Warrior leader slapped the wooden wall in anger. He really didn't know how these damn southerners sneaked into the territory without being discovered. In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that a large number of people were drawn to Zeland by the Danish king to participate in the attack on Mecklenburg County. It was at this weak moment that the Masons attacked, which was really a lucky thing.

"Then, are we going to wait for death here?" the Vikings complained with worries.

"No, let's go raid the southerners." A cunning grin appeared on the corner of the Viking Warrior leader's mouth. He glanced at his subordinates and told them about his plans.

"Raising? Good idea. Those southerners must now think that we dare not go out. At this time, raiding them will definitely cause chaos." The Viking warriors are all brave warriors. Raiding has always been their tried-and-eat tactic. Taking advantage of the enemy's carelessness, it launches a thunder strike. Even if the number is small, they will inevitably achieve results with their bravery and qualities of individual soldiers.

"But our village is surrounded on all sides and raids from that direction?" someone asked this question, but the Viking Warrior leader had long thought about this issue. Being able to become the leader of a group of rebellious Viking Warriors is not just a reckless man with his temporary courage.
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